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by
Alexader
Uhr

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When
I first saw Peter Garfield's "Mobile Home" photographs two
years ago, I was immediately drawn in by his lightness of touch. Presented
with a disarming nonchalance, these images of suburban houses flying
through the sky possessed a humorous innocence whimsy, even
that directed my attention. And yet there was something too
normal about these photographs of very extraordinary occurrences.
A disturbing mundaneness colored the otherwise cheerful buoyancy of
these fantastic images. Was I witness to a disaster or a dream? The
incongruity of the airborne domiciles with sunny blue skies and innocuous
cottony clouds seemed to rule out an act of nature. Perhaps it was
some man-made catastrophe of a scale only made possible by late twentieth-century
technology. In the absence of any definitive answers, I was left with
an alternately thrilling and discomfiting sensation thrilled
at seeing a remarkable event, discomfited that I could not interpret
exactly what I saw.
It
is what Garfield explicitly does not show in his images that allows
the homes their mobility. Only recently, when the artist invited
me to observe the creation of some of these pictures, was I able
to see beyond the frame. Arriving at what seemed the set of a low-budget
disaster movie, I was faced with a whirlwind of activity and purpose.
A team of workers engineers, riggers, crane operators, carpenters
had been assembled expressly to stage the mise-en-scene for
Garfield's photographs. The object of all the commotion, a modest
white clapboard house, sat detached and forlorn, perched on blocks
and trusses. Ultimately, the effort and expense effected their intended
objective:
the
house was slowly lifted upwards and suspended while final preparations
were made. Finally released, it crashed down to earth where timbers,
sheetrock, and glass shattered and flew to the four corners of the
site. And during the awesome sound and fury of a house falling out
of the sky, Garfield intently shot what would become the latest
in his series of "Mobile Homes".
Certainly
the precedents of conceptual and earth art of the early 1970s bear
upon Garfield's project. Robert Smithson's Partially Buried Woodshed
(1971) or Gordon Matta-Clark's Splitting (1973) handily anticipate
Garfield's destructive relationship with domestic architecture.
The grand macho gestures of artists such as Michael Heizer and Chris
Burden might also be seen as relevant forebears. But while these
precedents embraced process and its documentation as an integral
part of their meaning, Garfield has heretofore entirely repressed
and concealed process. All the manpower and heavy machinery
trucks, cranes, even helicopters that would have been very
much in evidence in the critical reception of that earlier work,
has in Garfield's photographs been cropped out, almost obsessively
erased.
"The
idea of absence, a substantive lack of something, has always intrigued
me," (1) the artist has written, and it is precisely an absence,
a substantive lack of context that produces the photographs' frisson,
the jarring incongruity of the image. And this, in itself, brings
to mind the further incongruity of enormous expenditure of resources
for the sake of a single picture.
Defying
a temperate sense of logic and proportion, Garfield's process invokes
the almost comic absurdity of his practice.
Our
understanding of Garfield's process previously intuited,
if not actually known stands as an essential component of
his images. This understanding is necessarily both present and suspended
in the apprehension of the still and isolated image, and the oscillation
between knowing and not knowing embodies a paradox that suffuses
his project, forming, in a sense, its own dialectic. But while absurdity,
paradox, and art permeate Garfield's practice, it nonetheless also
involves a substantial amount of very real physical risk and the
visceral reactions that induces. The clear and present dangers of
dropping even a small house confer a certain gravity upon the participants
and the viewer.
Wonder
and foreboding accompany the raising of the house several hundred
feet, as they do the ascension of any massive object that has no
business in the sky above us. Who has not had the sensation upon
watching a passenger plane overhead that such an ungainly hulk is
surely not meant to fly, or wondered if the laws of physics might
suddenly reassert themselves and cause the plane to nosedive to
earth in an explosive fireball? (And who has not felt this same
sentiment as a passenger?) In his "Mobile Homes", Garfield
gives us this improbable moment. He indulges our secret desire to
see the plane crash (or a house fall from the sky). But he does
so only fractionally, picturing neither the deliberate beginning
nor the chaotic end, allowing us solely a view of the dilated, present-tense,
indecisive instant.
This
uncanny extended moment (which one remembers as silent, although
it is not) between the release of the cables and the terrible crash
is the one captured in the printed photograph, whose existential
condition is, as Roland Barthes observed, a "strange stasis,
the stasis of an arrest." (2) Garfield's images are movie stills,
enigmatic fragments of an unfinished narrative. They thwart desire
for the closure of even partial interpretation, and it is their
frustrating indeterminacy that may be at the heart of Garfield's
project.
The
"Mobile Homes" hint at some statement of a vernacular
sublime, but existing as only photograph, unlatched from the narrative
in which they should cohere, they remain, in Barthes's words, a
"message sans code," (3) ungoverned by the cultural conventions
that ought to dictate their consumption. And yet, while these floating
images insinuate a certain transcendence, their condition as documentary
photograph evinced by the casual composition, the blur and
the grain, and the washed-out colors imply the prosaic brutality
of their making and, ultimately, their meaning.
It
is, perhaps, this double-edged aspect of Garfield's work that John
Paul Ricco associates with "the reciprocal relations between
idealization and violence. . . idealization as it is projected across
check-out line glamour magazines and onto the not-so-big screens
of suburban multiplex cinemas. . . and violence as a feeble last
attempt to fight downward mobility and the anxieties that accompany
dreams which turn into nightmares." (4) Confronted by the ambivalence
and ambiguity of Peter Garfield's "Mobile Homes," we sit
in suspended judgement of the character of their content.
Alexander
Uhr is Associate Professor of Aesthetics and Critical Theory at
the Akademie der Künste, Stuttgart. He is the author of Tabloid
Aesthetic: The Object of Art in the Information Age (Cologne: Günter
Verlag, 1996). He lives in Germany and New York.
(1)
Letter to the author, 12 September 1997.
(2)
Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, trans. Richard Howard
(New York: The Noonday Press, 1981), p. 91.
(3)
This concept of the fundamentally uncoded nature of the photographic
image may be found in "RhŽtorique d l'image," Communications,
no. 4 (1964), pp. 40-51. I am indebted to Rosalind Krauss's explication
of Barthes in "Notes on the Index: Seventies Art in America,
Part 2," October, no. 4 (Fall 1977), p. 59.
(4)
"Negative, Desired," Photography Quarterly 69, vol. 17,
no. 4 (1997), pp. 10-11.
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